Chapter 20

Sasha's POV

This was the longest night of my life.

My first-hand experience at Casino Royale was indeed memorable and one I would never forget, not in a hurry.

The gunshots had halted and I was scared still. “Was this what constitutes the daily life of Valentino,” I wondered.

He had great guts to live such a life. No wonder it is said that behind the gleam and glamor lay an unfavorable tale. I had witnessed it for myself first hand and I knew to be king was a heavy burden.

His crown was heavy and I had doubts about being his queen. I looked at myself, reflection and reality dawning on me. How could I handle his shoes, if he let me fill it?

“Come outside Sasha and see the faces of all of them that wished death on us, come spit on their dirty faces,” Valentino screamed as he raised his hand with two pistols, one on each hand, and turned around as he screamed and laughed.

I peeped outside as I scanned the environment to ensure there was no one left to hurt me. I had seen it in the movie